Death Threat

The officer put handcuffs on me, and while heading out of my cell, I was excited because I have the perfect plan that would guarantee my win. There won't be any potential defense against the evidence and witness that I asked Augustine to prepare.

Inside the van, some officers who grew fond of me told me I can absolutely win this and gave me some courage to smile and be confident at the court. The van started its engine, and in about thirty or forty minutes, the van will arrive outside of the court.

When I imagine that after I win two trials, there is a huge possibility that the verdict of the judge will be in my favor. Because there is no point in continuing a court trial when the other party doesn't have any defense. And since I am confident that I'll win today, it's only a few weeks before I can grasp my freedom again.

Seeing multiple building from the window in this police vehicle, It somehow gave me sadness, but also confidence at the same time.

(That's right, just a few more weeks, Xavier. The outside world will welcome you again. You can finish your studies, and everything will go back to the way it was. You just need to hold on a little longer)

Minutes after arriving outside the courthouse, I saw Augustine and my boss waiting for me at the entrance. While I walk towards them, my boss is avoiding to look straight into my face. The reason? I don't know since last week she didn't visit me, so how would I know?

There is an ongoing trial happening inside of the courtroom, so the three of us headed first to the cafeteria. Which is heavily guarded to guarantee that no detainees can escape.

"Have you prepared the things I told you last week, bro?" I asked Augustine.

"Well, we have prepared most of what you said, but the witness didn't accept. However, we thought of something that would definitely make them defenseless," he responded.

"Mr. Xavier Carter, please proceed to the courtroom for the trial," an announcement broadcasted to the cafeteria.

"Let's win this thing," I stated happily.

The three of us headed to the courtroom and entered. There I saw my brothers, still looking a lot stupider than the last time I saw them. Everything seems to be doing just fine since Augustine guaranteed this trial will be our win.

Inside, sitting beside my lawyer, the whole courtroom is waiting for the arrival of the judge. The attorney I have is new because the first one quit because of the behavior I showed the other one last time.

"ALL RISE," the bailiff announced the entering of the judge.

"This court is now in session," the bailiff added.

The judge walks towards his desk on an elevated platform. The whole courtroom is silenced throughout the entrance of the judge until he reaches his table before the trial starts.

After the judge finishes with his opening remarks, then the trial will now start. Somehow, I felt nervous, and the confidence I had before entering this room was gone. Maybe because they might have something that could beat my defense, but I just gave a little bit of motivation to myself.

Same scene on what happened at the first trial, but this time we won. Then it leaves everything to the last, the third trial, everything will change after that. I'll be able to be free again after almost two months of waiting in an empty cell.

When I looked back, Augustine and my boss were smiling happily. Their teary eyes, because of happiness, gave me the strength to endure the remaining weeks of staying in jail. But I also won't forget her sudden appearance in my dreams because if it weren't for her, I would have lost myself a long time ago.

(It was all thanks to you, I can't thank you personally since you're just someone in a dream. If ever you might be true, then I hope that someday fate will bring us together)

Since the trial ended, then I need to be transported back to my cell immediately. There is no point in looking at my brothers because that might trigger the hatred that I was able to conceal. Heading towards the van, Augustine and my boss hugged me before I leave the courtroom.

"All the hardships we faced will end soon. Just wait for me," I remarked then, entered the van to be transported back to the station.

Inside the van, there are officers which I am not familiar with. They gave me something to drink, which is kinda suspicious, but I just drank it, anyway. However, after drinking what they gave me, my surroundings started to get blurry, and I felt sleepy.

And it turned out that someone drugged the drink before they gave it to me, but before I fell unconscious, they put a black plastic bag on my head. Although I heard some indistinct chattering inside the van, and while listening to their conversation, I won't be brought back to the station.

Then I fell asleep inside the van; I don't know how many minutes or hours have I been sleeping. But I woke up still with the black bag in my head. The surrounding was quiet until one of them removed the plastic bag they put on my head.

When I saw who it was, anger-filled my mind that made me want to lose everything and just kill who it was. The person I saw was my brothers, along with some police officers, or to be exact, some men dressed in police suits.

"Rise and shine, bastard," John stated.

"Well, well, what's with your face, dear brother of ours?" Emmanuel chipped in.

"What the hell? Where the hell am I?" I shouted angrily.

"Don't you miss us? Because we definitely miss you, dear brother," John responded.

I want to kill them, to be honest, but I tried so hard to conceal everything, all the hatred that filled my heart. They tied my hands behind the chair, and also my feet, making me unable to fight back. These cowards know they can't defeat me with only ten of them, so they played dirty.

"Hey cowards, why dont you untie me, and let's finish this once and for all. Or maybe all of you are scared to be beaten by me because of how weak you all are. Ganging up on me, then tied me up on a chair, that explains why you threatened me when I punched you that night," I provoke them, but it made them laugh.

"Hey Xavier, I think you are in no position to tell us what to do. Unless you want something bad to happen with that dear boss of yours. Oh, and let's not forget your bestfriend, Augustine," John threatened me.

"Dont you dare touch them, John. I swear to God if you touch them, I won't let you live a peaceful life," I demanded, only to receive a kick in the stomach.

"You sure are annoying! Why dont you shut the hell up while I talk?" John responded.

"I have only one condition for you, we will bring you back to the station, and then on the last trial, surrender and plead guilty. Then we promise you that we won't touch your damn friends. Although I kinda like your boss, she seems kinda pretty. Since you cant, interfere with us anymore. What do you say? Shall I do something to her?" John responded mockingly.

(You will regret ever making me mad, John)

The tie on my hands is starting to lose and also on my feet. And the only thing I need to do is to wait for the right timing to attack. Obviously, I will lose against them since they are too many for a single person with injuries to beat.

But who cares, and then when John suddenly turns his back on me. I immediately picked up the chair and hit him. However, Emmanuel interfered and shown me a picture of my boss inside her store.

"How the hell do you have that picture?" I responded angrily.

"Oh, my dear brother. We know how easily you can defeat the ten of us, even with your injuries. We prepared something that would make you kneel upon us. Some of our friends are waiting nearby the store of your boss, and with just a single phone call, they will kidnap your boss," Emmanuel responded.

"So why dont you kneel down with hands on the back of your head, then we won't touch them. It's up to you whether you choose your pride or choose to save your boss. Remember, you are still in custody for attempted murder, so now choose the clock is ticking," Emmanuel added.

I had no choice but to kneel on my knees because if I insisted on fighting. The one who will be put in danger more is my boss, so I knelt on the ground with my hands behind my head.